This came out in 2001 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Frankly, Dave Navarro creeps me out.
I’m not quite sure why. It could be his Satanic porn-star looks — the goatee, the knuckle tattoos. Or his sordid drugs ’n’ sex lifestyle — he pals around with Marilyn Manson. Or maybe his tragic and violent past — his mother was murdered by a boyfriend. Whatever. All I know is I’d never want to spend a night in Navarro’s house. Or his head. But that latter location is where you end up on the deep, dark and disturbing Trust No One, his first solo album after stints with Jane’s Addiction and Red Hot Chili Peppers. Fashioned from jagged shards of ’90s alt-rock guitar, scraping and squiggling synthesizers, gothically funky beatboxes and liberal doses of paranoia, fear, mourning, disgust and narcotics, Trust No One’s 10 powerful, tense tracks chronicle one man’s downward spiral into drugs, death and debauchery. Put it this way: His lush cover of The Velvet Underground’s S&M ode Venus in Furs is a long way from the freakiest track here. Trust Navarro to make Lou Reed seem tame.
